Firsts

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X put his hand flat against Y’s shoulder then slid it around his back. Did the same with his other hand, on the other side. He hugged Y’s waist and held the flat of his cheek against his chest. Then he raised his head and craned his neck and Y bent down and kissed him. He tasted warm and toothpasty. He smelled like shampoo and clean skin and delicate fragrance. His hair was soft. His eyes were closed. He ran his tongue along the row of unfamiliar teeth and found Y’s tongue. He cradled his head and put the other low on his back.

A long, long kiss.

X came up for air.

“We should do this,” he said.

“We are doing it,” Y said.

“I mean, it’s okay to do this,” X said.

“I think so. It feels right.”

He felt down along the rear seam of Y’s pants, middle finger extended furthest.

X bent and kissed Y again. Felt for and found naked skin underneath. Warm and soft and lithe and smooth and fragrant. He stooped and picked up Y, one arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders. He carried him down the hall into a bedroom, put him down, tore away his clothes, and fell face forward on Y’s cock.

It was lickably chewy like a popsicle, only hot with surprise. Keen to be sucked on, tongued madly, and gnawed, it was a stub perfectly suited to X’s mouth and intent. He went at it as if hungry.

Y threshed in every direction. In sensate fever, his balls brewed over. Ripe overflow splashed X’s mouth, was received by his throat and swallowed gulp by gulp.

They simmered.

“Stop. That’s hurts. I’m too sensitive.”

The mouth opened. “It was right though.”

“Yes. Only…”

“Only what?”

“I wasn’t expecting you would do that.”

“I did it.”

“But all that romancing… I thought you were going to do more lovey-dovey stuff.”

X put his hand flat on Y’s tummy then slid it up to run over his nips.

“Oohhh.”

“Like that?”

Several nods agreed.

X craned his neck, raised his head high and turned toward Y intending to kiss him again.

“Ewww! You taste nasty.”

“It’s only your cum.”

“Ewww!”

A whirlwind forced one pillow – two pillows – under Y’s soft-haired head. Somebody was mad. That somebody straddled the bug-eyed complainer, knee walked into position, popped his jaw open, and presented his own man part. No stub that.

“Try mine.” And he took over Y’s mouth. Despite a struggle, hard cock won a tongue’s   lavishes.

Y had at it with his all. Not a follicle escaped attention. Tongue and teeth, teeth and tongue took turns at the base, the engorged head plowing past uvula into gag-land.

And that produced whopping gobs of X’s cum for direct deposit down. Y’s digestive juices churned in receipt.

Y fell back. Shot for breath. Sort of proud. The taste of control was something to enjoy.

Long silence.

“That wasn’t very romantic, was it?”

“No, not the way we started.”

“It was good – all mushy and stuff.”

 “We should do more of that.”

“It felt right.

They retook each other’s mouth. Y ceded his to X’s more flexible one and welcomed hands and arms here, there and around.  Locked together, they rolled about in naïve love.

Naked.

Naughty bits betrayed innocence by turning hard. So hot, their bodies vaporized earlier juicy remnants – making way for others unplanned yet likely. Considering passion’s growth, it was only a matter of time before X could no longer restrain his lust.

Y, soft as clay, lifted legs, reached out and up.

X fit himself in the gap. His cock sought and found Y’s receptacle. It received every toss of X’s pelvis.

“Oohhh,” pierced the air and echoed in X’s cranium. “Aahhh,” too.

He likes it. I love it. Love him for it.
Things got squishy. Ready but latent, reserves of expression answered love’s call.

Mouths meshed moistly. Rich pungency opened nostrils. Clogged vesicles held wriggling millions only so long. Profoundly deep drilling, like fracking in an oil field, unleashed pressurized explosions at first blinding in intensity, then receding into dark space.

Y woke, “I’m full.”

“Mmm…mmm…that was goo-o-o-o-d,” X stretched.

“To think, it started with long, long kiss.” Reflected Y.

“When you are ready, I’ll deliver another.”

“And go from there?”

“You bet.”

This is love, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I love it.”

Often and well they made love – before their wives returned.